Rogue went to his new family tonight, a very NICE young couple in Oregon. The husband has deaf dog experience, his parents have had one for the last 8 years and he said, try as he might, they would not allow him to take the dog when he moved out! So he saw Rogue (previously "needs a name!") and KNEW he was "the one".
I'm so happy--we don't need another dog, with Smitty here permanently it seems! But if we did, Rogue would have been perfect I love our vet, we picked up Rogue Friday, had a neuter for him the following Tuesday. And the vet put notations on his chart, stating they "thought he was probably 90% deaf", as if they were alarmed and we should be too! I said "Oh we KNEW that!" When I handed him to the wife, Rogue turned and pawed at me as if to say "WHAT are you DOING, Mom??" I kissed him and hugged him and Jeff said his good-byes and then we were off Good luck, Rogue!